No More Backpack
Update: Tomorroe I will have a CTScan done to see if surgery is needed.
Saturday was a beautiful day. Blue, not a cloud in the sky and a crisp 40 degrees. As is my routine every Saturday, I stopped at Dunkin on my walk to my office. Nothing better than hot coffee on such a beautiful morning.
Nearing my bulding, one full block away, I was taking in the natural beauty of the day when all of a sudden my chin was hitting the hard, cold, concrete pavement. Just like that. With the full force and speed of a 15lb backpack (laptop and papers) I was not only propelled forwards but I was also slammed into the pavement.
I didn't pass out, though I did nearly faint when I stood up. My breathing was shallow; I don't remember ever having been so scared. I checked my jaw and my teeth: all there. I felt my chin: blood. And my left hand was killing me. I stood up and flagged someone down to accompany me to the health center. A complete stranger. I had to swallow my pride and admit that I needed help. Once there I called my husband who left his English classes to come to my rescue - I was being sent to the hospital.
In the end I got a broken left hand and 4 stitches under my chin to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. Needless to say my husband took away my backpack and bought me one of those bags with wheels.
So as I type this with one hand, I'm counting the days for 2006 to be over and hoping 2007 will be much nicer. So, how was your weekend?
Saturday was a beautiful day. Blue, not a cloud in the sky and a crisp 40 degrees. As is my routine every Saturday, I stopped at Dunkin on my walk to my office. Nothing better than hot coffee on such a beautiful morning.
Nearing my bulding, one full block away, I was taking in the natural beauty of the day when all of a sudden my chin was hitting the hard, cold, concrete pavement. Just like that. With the full force and speed of a 15lb backpack (laptop and papers) I was not only propelled forwards but I was also slammed into the pavement.
I didn't pass out, though I did nearly faint when I stood up. My breathing was shallow; I don't remember ever having been so scared. I checked my jaw and my teeth: all there. I felt my chin: blood. And my left hand was killing me. I stood up and flagged someone down to accompany me to the health center. A complete stranger. I had to swallow my pride and admit that I needed help. Once there I called my husband who left his English classes to come to my rescue - I was being sent to the hospital.
In the end I got a broken left hand and 4 stitches under my chin to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. Needless to say my husband took away my backpack and bought me one of those bags with wheels.
So as I type this with one hand, I'm counting the days for 2006 to be over and hoping 2007 will be much nicer. So, how was your weekend?
posted by La Ventanita at 1:00 PM
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